The Story of CRO
Once a long time ago in the darkest Africa
, there lived a beautiful colored bird which we now call the crow. It had beautiful colors of pinks and purples and oranges, any color you could think of. But his beautiful colors did not stay that way, for one day in the darkest of nights, snow started to fall (for back then snow was never seen or heard of). The animals scurried into trees and burrows for every flake was so cold. Days
and nights came and soon all thought it was a punishment from the heavens. So they all gathered, and the king of the jungle called out that whoever would fly up and confront the sun would become sacred. Soon the beautiful bird of colors volunteered. So at nightfall he started his journey up to the sun. When he got to the sun he asked why it sent these evil white flakes to the Earth
. The sun answered, “It is wise of you to come here and confront me, so take this stick of fire and soon the white flakes of evil will vanish.” So the bird of colors took the stick of fire and flew down to the Earth. When he got there his feathers were singed and black, and his flesh was as black as coal. Soon the white of evil vanished and the bird of colors was sacred – his present from the gods was the power not to be hunted.